No man is a hero to his own valet.

Love to his soul gave eyes; he knew things are not as they seem. The dream is his real life; the world around him is the dream.

Our thoughts are always elsewhere; we are stayed and supported by the hope for a better life, or by the hope that our children will turn out well, or that our name will be famous in the future, or that we shall escape the evils of this life, or that vengeance threatens those who are the cause of our death.

Don't discuss yourself, for you are bound to lose; if you belittle yourself, you are believed; if you praise yourself, you are disbelieved.

Experience has further taught me this, that we ruin ourselves by impatience.

It is good to rub and polish our brain against that of others.

I am afraid that our eyes are bigger than our stomachs, and that we have more curiosity than understanding. We grasp at everything, but catch nothing except wind.